Climb through a window
She died believing in moonglow
Held the feeling as she signaled the note
From below

Hell, what did I know?
Languor feeding blood flow
She made it seem so holy and loud
From below

When to us she sang
Boy, is time gonna die
Here’s a warning sign

Child made of nylon
Miles of needing, you weren’t wrong
But she played with feeling, I wish you could know
I wish you could know

When to us she sang
When is time gonna die?
I want a warning sign